A Mutual Love

The Girls pt. 2

Schipol Airport, Amsterdam. 8:00 p.m., STILL that same Friday.

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They had just landed (Tina's cousin had INSISTED that they fly.... even though it only took them 30 minutes) and Tina was waiting outside with their bags while the other was in the bathroom. She had to make the taxi wait for them for ten minutes, until her cousin emerged with a smirk on her face, not saying a word as they got in the cab.

The silence continued all the way to the hotel, with Tina looking out the corner of her glasses at her cousin, trying to figure out why the HELL she looked so.... oddly refreshed. It was a relatively short ride to the hotel, and they paid the driver with what little cash they had on them. (They would have to remedy that if they went out tonight, but that was to be dealt with later.)

No words were exchanged until they had set their stuff down in the room and Tina had nearly bore a hole into her cousin's face.

"Alright. Spill. What happened back at the airport and why didn't you want to talk about it? You ALWAYS want to talk." Tina was picking out an outfit for tonight; tight black pants and a shirt with cute glittery cap sleeves and black heels.

"----Well...." She wrung the bottom of her shirt through her fingers before speaking again. "I ran to this girl and she..."

Tina cut her off. "You don't normally swing that way...."

Her cousin picked up the pillow behind her and lobbed it at Tina. "She wasn't HITTING on me, four eyes. She was nice. And funny as hell." She expertly dodged the pillow that was lobbed back at her; rolling over onto her stomach. "Her name's Amy, I think. She's actually staying in this hotel."

"Really? She sounds nice and totally not sketchy at all." Tina wasn't really paying attention at the moment, she was too busy trying to figure out a way to make all of her bangs stay with only a few bobby pins. "Maybe we'll bump into her again."

"Yeah, maybe. I think you'd like her."

"---I'll be the judge of that, thanks."

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Red Light District, Amsterdam. 8:30 p.m. That same Friday night.

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"Ames, can you help me with this?" Julia said; turning around in front of the other.

"Yeah, hang on." Amy jumped off the bed and over to the mirror. "I can't promise I'll get it zipped up."

"Just try. It HAS to zip. This is the only thing I can wear out." Julia pouts, sucking in while Amy tries to hold together the sides of the dress and zip it at the same time.

"Bullshit, Jules. You've got LOTS of pretty things to wear." Amy's voice was strained; the zipper did NOT want to go up. "You always look good."

"Please, Ames. You look good too." She braces herself on the wall from the force of Amy's tugging. "Is it really that stuck?"

"Hang on---I think I've got it." Amy finally manages to get the zipper up; causing her to push her friend forward from the force of the pull. "There. Now, just don't get too batshit tonight, and you should be okay."

Julia snorts and tries to let out a breath before giving up and letting it hiss out of her mouth. "Ohmygod, I can't breathe."

"Shouldn't've eaten all those carbs." Amy dodges Julia's hand; racing back towards the bed and diving under the comforter. "YOU KNOW IT MAKES YOU BLOAT LIKE A BITCH!!!"

"SHUT UP AMES." Julia yells, but she's smiling. Going over to the bed, she pulls off the comforter and looms over Amy. "Now it's YOUR turn."

Amy whines. "I don't wanna look pretty. Can't I just go in sweatpants and my UCB shirt?"

Cue a glare from Julia. "NO, Amy. I want you to look bangin'. I want you to look SO bangin' that you catch the attention of every guy in the room."

Amy chuckles; almost to the level of her snarky cackle. "If you could do that, it'd be a miracle."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Ames. I've seen you clean up. And you do it well." Julia put the comforter on the ground then and began rummaging around in Amy's suitcase, looking for something to work with. After a while, she straightened, holding up a purple dress. "Um. Where was I when you got this?"

Unbeknownst to Julia, Amy had gathered up the comforter from the floor and burrowed herself in it again, but this time she had her head peeking out the top. "Don't remember. Probably flirting with one of the cashiers."

"Well, it's gorgeous. And this color will make your eyes pop." Luckily, Julia had brought an extra pair of heels with her, and, since she and Amy were the same shoe size, it worked out. "Will you wear heels if I make you?"

Amy sat up a bit, taking the blanket with her. "Maybe. If I get to take them off if they're uncomfortable."

"You may."

"Fine then I'll wear 'em."

"Good." She smiles and lays out the dress on her bed, smoothing it down before placing the shoes at the foot of it. "Now, I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom for your makeover. You can join me when you're ready."

Amy shook her head and grinned. "God, you're so gay."

"Just shut the fuck up and get dressed, bitch." Julia rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom then; leaving Amy alone in the room.

"Well. Let's get this torture over with." 

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